JUST IN FRON OF YOUR FACE

JUST IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE

CHELSEA'S POV
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Today i was running late to meet my friends at the diner. Denny was going to have us meet his new friend,Vaughn.
"Lanna,Natalie,Julia,Sabrina,me,Pierre,Denny,Mark,Elliot,and Vaughn. So that's 10 people that are going to the diner." I said.
I wasn't walking any more, I was running because we all agreed to meet at 12:00. It was 12:30.
I was working late on my ranch. I when i got to the diner I looked down cause' i bearly made
CRASH!!
I had bumped into somebody coming out of the diner. I looked up ready to say sorry. The person i bumped into was a boy,not that older then me about the same age, just taller. He was wearing cowboy clothes, hat,vest, boots, he even had a rope tied to his belt.
"I...I'm-" i started to say.
"Watch were your going next time!" he said coldly,"running into a diner like a little kid. sheesh!"
i couldn't belive him! Calling me a little kid.
"Excuse me, but I happen to be 15 years old!" I said.
"See, you are a kid." that boy in the cowboy clothes said.
"Oh yeah! how old are you Mr. Rude?" I said coldly.
He was kinda taken back by my question. What? He think i say sorry and leave! The nerve!
"That's none of your bussiness." he told me.
"What are you scared?" I teased.
"N..no!" he stammered.
"Then tell me how old you are?" I said.
"I'm 1...15." he said in a whisper.
"15!!!" I yelled."AND YOU CALLED ME THAT I'M A KID!! WHEN I'M THE SAME AGE AS YOU?"
"So what? It's not like you have a job like me!" he yelled at me back.
We bickered back and forthe. It took an hour for the aruement to be over. That's when I almost hit him for what he said.
"I wonder..." he started to say.
"What?" I asked coldly.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"he asked.
"N...n..n.no. Why?" I stammered. Why did he want to know if I had a boyfriend?
"No wonder. Why would a boy even like a girl with such a bad temper.Your not even that cute."
I raised my hand. So mad I couldn't think stright. The last thing I saw when I closed my eyes to slap him, was that he braced for the inpack of my hit.